“Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if
he's afraid?'
'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father
told him.”
What is it? The
one thing that makes you quiver, wretch, draws pill sized goosepimples up on
your skin, just at a thought or memory? There is the dreadful Spider family,
the shimmering Heights at the top of a ladder or the slither of a cold
hypodermic Needle into the arm. Ouch! My personal best is Agoraphobia which is
defined in medical terms as: “The fear of
situations in which escape is difficult.” I prefer this to a fear of going outside
as I regulary go outside and find I have no fear at all. In fact, I quite enjoy
the experience of engaging in a varying environments. The problem develops when I am unable to leave!
The dentist has
particular control on creating this fear. Not only do you know you have to go, but when you get there, you
can’t leave. A visit to the dentist is prolonged torture. The build up to what
you can expect, the percieved sinister smile when you enter the surgery and
their abiltiy to jam as many metal objects into your mouth as possible. While
this is happening, they usually start up a lively converstion asking if you
feel any pain! Please, take a snapshot....
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| The Far Side |
Sometimes, I
feel similar pain while working. The fear of facing my bank balance, the paper
work my accountant insisted I should organise, the fear of the unknown each
time I lift the needles and begin. What should emerge, what will emerge. A
little bit of magic...here’s hoping. Working creatively is liberating,
captivating but also incarcerating. You are confined and let loose at the same
time. It makes the journey all the sweeter and more enjoyable but like all
sweets, that trip to the dentist will ensue!
Thankfully, the
apprenhension of fear is all in your head. Stay sane, stay knitting...and stay
hungry. Thanks Steve, for that one.
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